Thoughts on a Dark Day

Words are floating
in my head,
trying to describe
a worthless thread
of thought
that winds
about inside
my mind.
Maybe worthless
isn’t how I
should describe
it.
It’s painful;
important;
It cannot be
described.
Why do I
hurt
so much that I
can’t even think?
There’s worse
out there,
so why does this
matter?

Maybe I’ll look back
someday
and read this poem
and laugh
and say
“I wrote this?”
and wonder what
was amiss
in my brain.
But I hope not.
My memories are
sacred,
set down
in writing.
I’m hurting now,
I’m frustrated.
It feels like
I can’t
bear the pain.
It will pass
in time,
I know—
but I hope I
won’t have to
bear it again.

I don’t even know
why
I hurt.
Yes,
I do,
but I don’t want
to say.
By the way,
is this even
poetry?
Sure, maybe,
but who cares?
It feels like
no one’s
even
there.

Life is Beautiful

I’m smiling,
laughing,
the world is full of
life
and I’m
happy.
My
day
is turning out
great.
Yesterday owns my
hurt.
My wounds were
painful,
but they are
healing now.

How could life be better?
It’s just a matter
of seeing
the bright side
of things.

Tomorrow,
I’ll think
today
I’m crazy.
I guess I’ll
just have to
borrow
from today’s store
of happiness
when tomorrow
comes.

But here
in the now,
there’s nothing but
life,
overflowing and bubbling,
no fear,
no pain,
no stumbling
in the dark.
Just smiles
and laughter,
because
life is beautiful
again.